She nodded once in response to the radio comment, not particularly caring about what was on the radio. It could have been Bing Crosby singing "Master of Puppets" by Metallica and she wouldn't have flinched tonight. She really just wanted to be left alone.
Naea understood that Pru was just being nice and was reasonable to worry, even though she'd walked that same path a thousand times. Rain wasn't going to hurt her. Her very wet arms were wrapped around her now very wet bag and she was content to mostly either look out the window on the short trip or just simply at the darkened floor of the car.
The party? "Fine." It was the last thing in Naea right now to want to talk about random things or consider the party whatsoever. Tomorrow or the next day, that would very likely change--rarely did she keep herself in moods like this. Tonight... tonight was the wrong night.